Post by Hornswaggler on Dec 26, 2009 18:57:27 GMT -5
((Posting it so I don't forget. x3)
Name: Sarlis
Race/Species: Centaur
Age: Unknown - Estimated at about 600
Kin: None he ever mentions
Gender: Male
Guild: Palemoon
Status: Bow (He's never been active in any of the training sessions, but was enlisted in the archery nonetheless.)
Appearance: Sarlis is bay, his horse-half being a dark brown with a jet black tail. His hair, which reaches down to his shoulders, is just as black, and often quite tangled. He has white stockings on all four legs and a large white spot at the base of his tail. His withers stand at about 15 hands, and the top of his head is a little over six foot. He carries himself with a great deal of pride, and most of the time, only elves are able to hold his stare.
The centaur's eyes are large, but narrowed most of the time. That, combined with the angle he looks at those he speaks to, it's often hard to actually see the dark green hidden in the shadows. There's rarely a smile on his face, as Sarlis makes an effort to keep no expression on it at all. Sometimes anger or annoyance shows, but he hides happiness very well. The most common expression is a sneer, which he's taken to an art. Some say he has a different one for each type of situation, and they're all numbered and categorized. He denies it, of course, but the idea has passed through his head a few times.
Belongings: Sarlis carries both a bow and a quiver full of arrows over his shoulder no matter where he goes. It's all he ever really needs, and he makes his own arrows any time he runs out. He was convinced to wear a sword for a few days, but quickly got rid of it; it was far too cumbersome and just got in the way. Now, however, he can wield a sword if he happens to find one. However, the bow is still his specialty; as with most centaurs, it was the first weapon he was trained in, and they're far easier to care for than swords.
Personality: To put it simply, Sarlis is arrogant, full of himself, and pretty much a jerk at most points. His dialect always seems polite, but clever folks can often find insults hidden in the fancy language. He looks down on every race but his own, especially the humans. Anyone human, even partly, is automatically scum. The elves hold a small amount of respect, but that's only because of the fact that they could kill him easily. Some have guessed that he's only this way because he's actually insecure...but that's the exact opposite, really. Sarlis loves himself; he thinks he's the most wonderful thing alive. It's this attitude that tends to get him into a decent amount of fights, the majority of which he wins. This only boosts his ego; if he ever did lose to someone where he expected to win, it might bring him back down to earth a bit. For now, though, Sarlis is the way he is. He's not very well liked, and most people try to avoid him if possible. Though a good ally to have in battle, the centaur isn't a good companion. He's fine with this fact, and has become more reclusive than most of his race. It's only very grave matters or absolute boredom that bring him to purposefully interact with others.
History: (This isn't actually needed, is it? I'll put something if I think of it, but I dunno anything about his history right now. :3)
Other: Nothing to mention
Name: Sarlis
Race/Species: Centaur
Age: Unknown - Estimated at about 600
Kin: None he ever mentions
Gender: Male
Guild: Palemoon
Status: Bow (He's never been active in any of the training sessions, but was enlisted in the archery nonetheless.)
Appearance: Sarlis is bay, his horse-half being a dark brown with a jet black tail. His hair, which reaches down to his shoulders, is just as black, and often quite tangled. He has white stockings on all four legs and a large white spot at the base of his tail. His withers stand at about 15 hands, and the top of his head is a little over six foot. He carries himself with a great deal of pride, and most of the time, only elves are able to hold his stare.
The centaur's eyes are large, but narrowed most of the time. That, combined with the angle he looks at those he speaks to, it's often hard to actually see the dark green hidden in the shadows. There's rarely a smile on his face, as Sarlis makes an effort to keep no expression on it at all. Sometimes anger or annoyance shows, but he hides happiness very well. The most common expression is a sneer, which he's taken to an art. Some say he has a different one for each type of situation, and they're all numbered and categorized. He denies it, of course, but the idea has passed through his head a few times.
Belongings: Sarlis carries both a bow and a quiver full of arrows over his shoulder no matter where he goes. It's all he ever really needs, and he makes his own arrows any time he runs out. He was convinced to wear a sword for a few days, but quickly got rid of it; it was far too cumbersome and just got in the way. Now, however, he can wield a sword if he happens to find one. However, the bow is still his specialty; as with most centaurs, it was the first weapon he was trained in, and they're far easier to care for than swords.
Personality: To put it simply, Sarlis is arrogant, full of himself, and pretty much a jerk at most points. His dialect always seems polite, but clever folks can often find insults hidden in the fancy language. He looks down on every race but his own, especially the humans. Anyone human, even partly, is automatically scum. The elves hold a small amount of respect, but that's only because of the fact that they could kill him easily. Some have guessed that he's only this way because he's actually insecure...but that's the exact opposite, really. Sarlis loves himself; he thinks he's the most wonderful thing alive. It's this attitude that tends to get him into a decent amount of fights, the majority of which he wins. This only boosts his ego; if he ever did lose to someone where he expected to win, it might bring him back down to earth a bit. For now, though, Sarlis is the way he is. He's not very well liked, and most people try to avoid him if possible. Though a good ally to have in battle, the centaur isn't a good companion. He's fine with this fact, and has become more reclusive than most of his race. It's only very grave matters or absolute boredom that bring him to purposefully interact with others.
History: (This isn't actually needed, is it? I'll put something if I think of it, but I dunno anything about his history right now. :3)
Other: Nothing to mention
